Five haties of the same style and different colors, five pairs of jeans of the same brand, and five pairs of Nike sneakers of the same style and different colors.

Cheng Xiaoyu and the five of them appeared in Hua'an Town, at the junction of the two provinces, and the three-hour drive allowed them to arrive at the time of the early morning bustle in Hua'an Town, and simply ate soybean milk fritters on the street, and bought clothes when the small 'commercial street' composed of several clothing stores in the town opened, and booked a room in a small hotel, and parked the car in the open space behind the hotel.

Jianguo Street, 165. Several people did not rush to this place, after experiencing a mental journey that they dare not say that it is a spiritual transformation but also a side, the light radiating from the eyes of several people has changed, among which Cheng Xiaoyu is the heaviest, he has taken a sentence that the countryside is very earthy and has a certain smell as a motto since he was a child, and similar words were also popular in the mid-to-late nineties.

"I can't let someone on my neck."

Cheng Xiaoyu's motto has been relatively changed, which is more in line with his status as being at the bottom of society and looking up to the 'towering trees' around him.

"I can tolerate you pooping on my neck, but I will never allow you to poop on my neck."

The appearance of the gunman deeply stimulated Cheng Xiaoyu, he couldn't tolerate waiting for others to end his anger, he needed to take action, even if it was in vain, even if it was arrogant in the eyes of others.

Meng Bald's image is obscene, and he can't make the slightest wave when thrown in the crowd, and he was arranged by Cheng Xiaoyu to look for No. 165 on Jianguo Street.

Cui pigtails are thick and thin, when you need him to play the meticulousness he should have, he will do better than ordinary people, to squat at the entrance and exit of Hua'an Town, like a street street people secretly observe everything on the street, mainly vehicles, Zhu Da often arranges the details set by Cheng Xiaoyu, so that Cui Xiaobraid is a passerby, a restaurant diner, and a roadside chess stall spectator, quietly waiting, this job you change someone to do not do as well as him, he can endure loneliness.

Zhang Sen went to familiarize himself with the situation of the whole town, which was not difficult for him, and at the same time found a way to get some improvised weapons that could cause damage, even if it was just a hammer and a head, of course, the most elaborate appointment.

Zhu Dachang runs to the bank of the river, a tributary less than 10 meters wide that acts as a natural barrier between the two countries, and the only way to get between the town is a fairly wide bridge.

Whether it is the embankment on this side of the river, or the grassland on the other side of the river, there are special guards, the Chinese side simply separates the river bank from the river, standing on the bank of the river, you can clearly see the low buildings in the corner of the far corner behind a few rows of trees opposite, it is not an exaggeration to describe this neighbor with poverty, once upon a time a bag of white noodles for a yellow flower girl is not a rumor.

Poor to poor, there are some things that this neighbor has done well, and even deserves to be emulated by the whole world, standing on the bank of the river and looking up, a big-headed soldier sitting on the grass with a wolf dog stays from morning to night, anyone who tries to cross the river within his line of sight will and must be discovered at the first time, this is his job is a duty or even a political task, and at noon you will witness the soldier who eats dry food and drinks two mouthfuls of water, continuing to stick to the area where he is stationed.

With Zhu Dachang's eloquence and experience, it is not difficult to talk and chat with the old people in the town on the riverbank, and he has a little understanding of this town in a short period of time.

Poor and remote, these four words are not exaggerated on the head of Hua'an Town, a typical old agricultural area in Northeast China, in the last few poor towns in the province, without any pillar industries, without any large-scale factories and enterprises, even if you want to transit to neighboring countries to travel, will pass through the Korean Autonomous Prefecture, except for the stationed of an armed police border guard force, there are few diplomatic activities between the two countries here. The per capita annual income is only more than 3,000 yuan, which can be clearly seen from the infrastructure in the town, Jianguo Street is the only main road that runs through the north and south of Hua'an Town, in addition to some buildings in the center of the town on both sides of Jianguo Street, both sides also stay at the level of brick houses, compared to Xiyu, a town that comes and goes because of driving schools, it is much poorer, but the people here seem to be very satisfied, compared to the other side of the river, they are very content with today's life.

As for Cheng Xiaoyu, he withdrew 10,000 yuan in the bank, before everyone separated, everyone bought a cheapest old Nokia mobile phone, a mobile phone card for each person, he was in charge of liaison in the hotel, Zhu Dachang, Cui Xiaobraid, Zhang Sen, Meng Bald did not know each other's phone numbers, some things whether they watched TV and read books or were exposed to their ears and eyes, they all understood some, although they were a little young, people can be in the position of the master of all things, and continuous learning and progress are the root of people's ability to always maintain their status. If Zhang Sen, Zhu Dachang, and Cui Xiaobraid's experience is beyond ordinary people's business, Cheng Xiaoyu and Meng Bald are real ordinary people, they have never been in contact with such a tragic situation, and so far in the process of transformation, Meng Bald has released the surname of ruffian, and Cheng Xiaoyu has also released the tyrannical anger in his bones.

Sitting alone in the hotel, Cheng Xiaoyu washed his face very calmly, cold water, coldly inserted his head into the washbasin, let the cold tap water pour down from his head, wipe, touch the beard on his chin and lips, and finally put the towel on his face, smelled an indescribable smell on the towel, leaned on the edge of the bed, sat up violently after a long time, grabbed the towel on his face, and the smell of blood in his eyes was very strong, full of firm tyranny.

People always have to break out in a difficult situation or even a desperate situation, either to escape or to give in, or to be weak or to resist...... Cheng Xiaoyu chose to resist, and in this rebellion is pregnant with hideous tyranny, either don't do it, do it best, this is Cheng Xiaoyu's consistent code of conduct.

Zhang Sen returned two hours later, carrying a long travel bag, two replica military prismatic spikes, two throwing sticks, a short axe, and five circlip knives.

"The local people are fierce, if you get a shotgun two years ago, it would not be a problem, but now it can only be so much." Zhang Sen washed his face and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu's heart tightened, he was destined to have a big accident in this state, Zhang Sen wanted to secretly notify the police, and he still chose the original path after repeated measures.

"Second child, don't you think I need to be like this, right?" Cheng Xiaoyu lit a cigarette, picked up a circlip knife and folded it back and forth, listening to the crisp sound, squinting and holding a cigarette.

"I just didn't think you'd be so extreme." Zhang Sen also lit a cigarette, to be honest, he was afraid, he was not afraid of the lethality of the other party, but afraid that after Xiong Wei, another brother would also embark on a road of no return, just as Cheng Xiaoyu persuaded Xiong Wei at the beginning.

"Maybe it's been suppressed for too long, if I don't do this, maybe I will regret it for the rest of my life, and I will live in the shadow of self-repression for the rest of my life." Cheng Xiaoyu sighed, as a normal urban gold digger, blood color is the area they are most unwilling to touch, and now it is not that they have no choice, but he does not want to make himself a shell without a spiritual soul.

"Can you stop it?" If someone really died, everything would be different, Zhang Sen worried.

"I don't know, the other party is a professional police officer, I don't know if I can save the soul." Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head, and made a decision in his heart that no one had told him, some things had to be settled by himself after all.

Zhu Dachang brought back the basic information of the town; Cui Xiaobraid brought back the movements of the public security and border armed police forces; Meng Bald brought back a little restlessness inside No. 165, it seems that at least so far, Shangguan Jie is likely to be in No. 165, presumably wanting to stay until night and cross the border while it is dark.

The five people who took the guy were once again separated from each other, with Zhu Dachang, Cui Xiaobraid and Zhang Sen in charge of the access roads and border bridges, and Cheng Xiaoyu and Meng Bald in charge of monitoring No. 165.

On the way, Cheng Xiaoyu patted his head and said to Meng Bald: "Old Meng, I forgot that there is a passage into the mountain, the above officials and they are not allowed to give up the carriage and horse to pass through the mountain on foot, you go to guard this area, and call if you have something." Cheng Xiaoyu showed Meng Bald the map that Zhang Sen had brought back, and motioned for him to go to a location to monitor.

"They know you, or should I meet 165?" Meng Bald is not a person who looks forward and backwards, and he has never regretted getting in the car and following them, some of them are inevitable, Zhang Sen can't avoid it, let alone him.

"No, the other party is now a frightened bird, and he will be suspicious of everything, and I won't get close if I squat far away." Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head, Meng Bald took the order to leave, after he left, Cheng Xiaoyu took a long breath, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, being able to have a few people willing to work hard with you at this moment is undoubtedly the biggest reward for your success.

But you can't lead them to the point of no return, man, don't be so selfish.

No. 165 Jianguo Street, is a courtyard with a two-meter brick wall black iron gate, parallel to the surrounding courtyard, the gate is tightly closed, no dog barking can be heard, the traces on the ground are cleaned up very clean, Meng Bald did not dare to get too close before, just pretended to be a nearby resident walked in front of the door twice, sharp-eyed he took the opportunity to tie his shoes through the gap under the black iron door, swept to the vehicles parked inside, after the siren sounded throughout Jianguo Street, Meng Bald heard a little dispute from the courtyard.

Cheng Xiaoyu went around to the back of the room, looking for an opportunity to enter the courtyard, and suddenly heard a very strange muffled snort, as if he wanted to shout that someone would cover his mouth and make half of the syllables.

Immediately after that, the sound of a very light and faint heavy object falling to the ground came, Cheng Xiaoyu held his breath, his body was tightly pressed against the wall, and he could hear the heavy footsteps gradually moving away......

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